Legacy [ Naruto Reader-Insert ]

You're floating in a void. It's deep, dark and empty and there's nothing in here. Just a void. You feel weightless, like you don't have any substance. Just a consciousness drifting away in the endless void. Floating. Being. Conscious. You're just there. Existing.

A snap of someone's fingers drops you back at the clearing by the Naka River, with the boulder and the streams of lights that you remember. The smell of the humid bank, the mud, the earth, the running water. It's vivid. The streams of light hurt your eyes when you look up and the blades of grades feel so real. Damp and dewy.

It feels real to you. Like you're actually there right now. But you know that this is the void or is it the not-void? You don't really know and you're not really sure.

"Yo!" A cheerful voice calls out to you from the direction of the boulder. It's unnerving familiar. A voice that you haven't heard in a couple of years, is calling out to you. You feel a surge of emotion well inside you and your heart starts speeding up. You don't lift your eyes up from the grass underneath you. It's not him. It's not him. He's dead.

Is this not-void the Pure World?

"Little mouse, look up." You can hear him grinning even if you aren't looking at him, every intonation, gesture, action, the looks in his eyes he's ever made is burned, seared, branded clearly in your mind. Your body starts shaking, your arms, your legs. Was this some twisted way your mind is playing tricks on you?

Maybe you're finally breaking. Some way the heavens are trying to mess you up in a form of karmic retribution because you've been lying to yourself and to Sasuke the entire time. Mind, Body and Soul. You chant in hurried and desperate breaths, repeating the Salute over and over again on your knees. You don't dare to look up.

A hand tilts your chin up and you're eye to eye with red, four pointed pinwheels. Your breath hitches in your throat. He has the same soft eyes and the same affectionate smile that made your chest beat a thousand beats per minute as that time, the 'goodbye'. Your heart twists and turns into a thousand little pieces that you're unable to pick up.

"You're finally looking at me, little mouse," Shisui chuckles, still with the same eyes and smile.

You can't believe what you're seeing.

"You're dead," You manage to choke out, "You're supposed to be dead. AM I dead? That's why I'm here?" Panic rises from within you and your eyes dart around, looking for a sign. Anything that will help you get out of this nightmare.

You can't move.

"Yeah, you're dead." He says, smiling and your heart drops, "Psyche, just kidding. You're not dead, I'm just messin' with you." He brushes his lips against your forehead and you can feel his lips still curved upwards, "Ah, you just look so cute with that expression on your face."

Haha, very funny Shisui. Very funny.

You can smell his scent of fresh rain and burning pine embers. He's so close you can smell him so well, the scent is unmistakably his. Unmistakably.

You really want to poke his eyes out for making you feel like you just had a mini existential crisis, but your body doesn't move. Your limbs feel like lead sinking into the dirt.

"Why am I here? Are you really Shisui?" You ask, but as soon as you ask, you dread his answer.

"I am, and I'm not." Not-shisui (he doesn't deserve capitalization) answers you with a smirk, knowing that it'll irk you and simultaneously make you freak out at the same time. Which you do.